Five days later.
A behemoth ship, three hundred meters long and shimmering with solid, azure spiritual energy, gradually pierced through the thick clouds, sailing towards the ground.
Sensing the ship's motion, passengers started to emerge from their cabins, standing on the deck to gaze at the ground beneath.
Beneath them was an endless field of spirit crops, radiant verdant grains, bending under their own weight, swaying with the gentle breeze.
Cultivators wearing Taoist robes stood at the helm of the field, casting Spirit Rain Skill by squeezing the finger techniques, conjuring clusters of dark clouds in the sky, and let fall drops of dew.
There were also spirit farmers in short sleeves and rolled-up pant legs, hunched in the field pulling weeds and removing pests.
The gigantic ship continued moving forward.
Shortly, a giant crater-shaped mountain came into everyone's view.
